"An eye for an eye", is very primitive indeed.
Christ said: "What merit do you have by loving those who love you, even ur enemies do that?"
It takes a very strong person to love his or her enemies. We need to see beyond the vengeance agenda.
What purpose than all this. It’s not restricted to Eat- Work- Sleep ... DEATH! One day I may see the sun rise, the next day I may not. Another day I'm saying, "thank god it was not me" in that bus, train, taxi, hotel or street that was ripped into shreds, where meat was strewn everywhere not of animals but of a neighbour , a friend, a cousin or even a mother. I often say thank you God it was not me or anyone from my family. I believe that has been the first thought that crosses my mind or someone else’s when something this tragic occurs. I often sit and think, is it only the lineage that we are born into, our family? If not, why does it not affect us when our world is actually dead? We live in cities of dead souls walking, still why are we not afraid, have we got so immune that we can’t make out the difference? Isn't it funny how we sing about brotherhood and sisterhood in our anthem and narrate about it in our pledge? Aren’t we such hypocrites? But we still want the fullest of life, even as the whole world lives in the shadow of death, we only think of how we can stand under our little flood lights...
Tell me, because I’m really confused when can it be politically correct to say that we can now start enjoying ourselves, going partying, sipping on a 120rupees cup of coffee or just chilling, after a disaster of this altitude occurs? Post disaster, how long should collective mourning, distinct from those who have lost a loved one’s last? Disaster creates an aftermath on our conscience. Maybe morally or immorally. The initial shock of death brings in a gradual sense of guilt. But at the heart of that pity, compassion, sympathy… there is a small but irrepressible inner voice which says: It wasn't me. It’s like, we the living have killed others in our behalf. Guilt sharpens grief and makes it a jagged edged sword. 'Thank God it wasn’t me' is that a normal or an abnormal thought we seem to wonder. I think it would be as normal as breathing, and as natural as dying. If life can end with the click of a button, or in a snap shot then there should be a better purpose to life that just thinking of my being and how to satisfy the desires of my flesh, physically or financially. I believe life is much greater.
